' Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide 1 How many things, alas! beguile; Will cheer the drooping heart: But what, alas! are creature smiles? 2 The very man that smiles to-day And frown, perhaps, to-morrow; For man, alas! is so unstable, If he invites you to his table, You must not think to borrow. That man who stands in need of aid, That man may sigh and mourn.. And promise more to-morrow; Although they promise much; Such friends as these I have had many, Their pockets could not touch. Lord, thou canst raise me up again 7 Lord, I would envy not that man, How many such we see around, Ah! such we have, who dare pretend Yet pinch and grind the poor, They're grasping after more. 9 And these are called christians too, And what do these good christians do?" Why read their book and pray; go to meeting, some to church, Their needy friends leavé in the lurch, This is their holy way. Some Without Me ye can do nothing. John xv. 5. 10 This sad heart, this lump of lead! This rock of adamant; As soon the frost could melt the ice 2 As soon could stinking Laz'rus rise As soon as man can pray to God That's neither life nor breath. 3 No more can I perform a deed Without God's special grace, 4 Although I'd give the world to pray, Yet I can't move this sluggish heart, 5 Here must I lie, for ever lie, If he but speak and lift me up, 6 O would he come and heal my soul As he has made me feel my wound, 7 O Jesus, help me quickly, come Thou know'st, dear Jesus, what I feel, 8 I want to feel as I have done In some sweet moments past; One left a little while alone 10 Lord draw me, or I cannot run, But thou hast promis'd none shall pluck Lord, lift upon me the light of thy countenance. 10 Come thou Source of all that's good, Ten thousand things I feel to want, 2 I want to feel, I want to love, I want to have this darkness gone, 3 I want to see the Sun again, I want those clouds remov'd, 4 I want my prison door unlock'd, I want to see my debts all paid, 5 Lord, I have seen all this before, Yet unbelief suggests the lie, 6 If Jesus fall, then I must fall, Omnipotence has pow'r to save, And hold me in his hand. Then though I want ten thousand things, I'll go and knock at mercy's doors, buns 8. And though I want so many things, My Father knows what's best for me, 9 O let me taste, and feel, and see, O do but shine upon my soul, And I can want no more. 10 But I can neither feel, nor see, Nor sing, nor praise, nor pray, Till Jesus shine upon my soul, No Peace when God is absent from the Soul. O that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat. Job xxiii. 3. 10 This poor restless heart of mine, It seems to hover on the wing, 2 O could I fly away from self, And find some sweet abode;" Sometimes I feel a little joy, Again am plagued with doubt. 4 Who can but doubt with such a heart, Thy smiles will melt the adamant, 5 Yes, thou canst still the raging sea, And hush my poor distracted soul, A poor Soul Struggling between Hopes and Fears. 1 ALAS! what ails my soul? Sometimes I almost wish I never had been born: Where are my former comforts gone? 2 I want to feel again What Jesus felt before; O could I see his face, And find an open door : |